Warning: Intersex/Futanari.

Also Whybie isn't in the book, not sure why he's listed as a character in the character section. This story will be five chapters long. Publish once per week every Friday even though today's not Friday. All chapters are already complete except for 5.

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How old was she...10 or 11? She couldn't remember. She couldn't remember any of it. To her it was all a dream. It seemed so clear when she was a kid, what happened in a span of three days, but as she grew into a young woman of 16, soon she was sure it was all just a dream, or a nightmare even.

It was a dull day, Coraline was still the only kid, child, within the baren area of the Pink Palace. Spinx and Forcible were still there and forever getting old, and going through Scottish terriers like they were going through Depends. Bobinsky was still there, and still training his muskas Coraline still had yet to see. And her parents were still busy with their magazine, podcast, website, and YouTube channel called Garden Life.

Once the rain had stopped, Coraline placed on her yellow jacket and walked outside. The cat long dead, died about two years ago, so she walked alone toward the well. She had friends from school, two, but today, it was just her.

While stomping in the mud in her rain boots, she noticed more and more water was on the land. Glaring into nature, she saw it had rained so hard a mini flood had started. She would have simply gone on but noticed the well had even overflowed.

"Whoa..."

Coraline walked to it and laughed a bit, splashing in the water. She took the top of the well's lid and was about to put it on until she caught sight of a odd looking, extremely rusty, black button like key.

She examined it, curious, knowing she saw this key, exact same key in her dreams. No! It was a coincidence, just like Forcible saying she would meet a tall, handsome beast back when she was a kid, and had just moved in. Well, Coraline was 16 and ready to date but no tall, handsome beast had appeared before her yet.

The key was stuffed into her rain jacket and she made her way back home. When she walked passed the living room with the blue painting, she saw the small door to the left. She pondered on it and for the first time in years, inquired about it.

The living room was now fully furnished and the walls were painted dark blue. The snow globes sat on the fireplace mantel, and the windows were gloomy because of the rain.

Coraline placed her jacket on the arm rest of one of the sofas. She took the key and walked to the small door.

"Coraline," Mel, her mother called. "Please get your phone. It keeps going off."

Coraline walked into the kitchen where her mother typed away. Her phone, which was bright yellow, sat on the table. She smiled at her text, reading them one by one.

"Hey mom, can I go to the carnival this weekend?"

"Sure, but no boys."

Coraline rolled her eyes. She wasn't interested in any boys anyway. Taking her phone and going to retrieve her rain jacket, like the average teenager, she forgot all about the small door.

That night, Coraline awoke to use the restroom and get a cup of water. As she did, she would often walk through the house with her blue blanket draped over her shoulders. That night was no different except for one small exception, she remembered the small door.

Going back up stairs and digging in her rain jacket pocket, she found the key and marched back down.

Clink, clunk.

The door unlocked and when Coraline peered through the passageway, it was pure darkness. She glared to get a better look but nothing, finally she got up to search for a flashlight that was on the side wall of the refrigerator.

Back to her knees, she flicked on the flashlight and saw better. The tunnel was filled with webs and items, toys from kids. Little play boats, shoes from the 1950s, hair bows...And at the end of the tunnel, there was a door.

She pushed the door ajar and stepped through to a house that looked similar to her own home. This flat was much paler, dismantled, dilapidated, lacking of color like all of the paint had peeled.

Coraline stood in the room, appalled, that the place looked so familiar.

Footsteps sounded behind her. And a soothing voice announced its presence.

"You're back, Coraline."

Coraline turned to see a tall, pale, extremely thin woman. Her hair was black and seemed to move on its own, her fingers long and nails painted red. Her dress long, slender and black. Her bare feet, just the same as her fingers and fingernails. Her eyes...jet black buttons but of it all, Coraline found the woman quite...quite handsome.

"How do you know my name? And why do you have buttons for eyes?"

One eyebrow rose on the face of the pale woman. She slowly walked about Coraline. Taking in this new being who had grown from a child to a mature lady. Never had the Beldam had a non-child in her presence, not since she placed her own mother in a grave centuries before. But Coraline's blue hair, yes, it was surely the girl who out did her in the game with that-that vermin.

"You didn't bring vermin with you?"

"Vermin?" Coraline repeated.

"The cat." A cockroach scurry on the peeling wall paper, but the Beldam snatched it and popped it in her mouth. She swallowed and turned back to the young lady.

"He's dead. Died a couple years ago." She looked the woman up and down. "Who are you? You look familiar." Coraline strolled about the room. "This place looks familiar."

They were silent for several minutes.

"Come for a midnight snack." The Beldam said. Coraline followed the woman into the kitchen. She sat down in the chair and looked at a small box on the table. It was covered in dust, and spider webs. Inside the box were two black buttons, a needle, and a loop of string. Soon a plate of cheesecake was placed in front of her.

She ate and she saw the Beldam had a plate in front of her too, but no food on it.

Coraline swallowed her food and sat back in her chair. "You never did eat...and your hand, you created a new hand?"

The Beldam acknowledged Coraline was starting to remember. "I can't create. I can only copy-"

"You wanted to sew buttons for my eyes."

"Yes," the Beldam confirmed.

"But I won the game."

"You cheated."

"You would have cheated," Coraline responded. "How have you survived? The souls were freed."

"I only ever wanted to love you."

"You loved them then threw them away when bored. You lived off their souls. They're gone. I freed them. So how are you alive?"

"I'm inhuman." She looked at Coraline. "I still love you. But..."

Coraline listened to the Beldam. The Beldam sat quietly, not knowing she ever had a desire to reproduce but she could smell Coraline was ovulating. And it was getting her...her member excited. Something that never happened before. After coming back from her thoughts, she looked to Coraline. The young lady had fallen asleep right on the kitchen table. Her head rested on her folded arms. Her blue hair which was shoulder length now, covered her face.

"Coraline!"

Coraline snapped awake. She looked around and saw she was in the kitchen. It was morning, both Mel and Charlie were holding cups of coffee in their hands. Both stared at Coraline confused, just as much as Coraline.

"Haven't seen this in a while." Mel leaned forward and lifted up the rusty key. She walked to the drawer and nonchalantly, threw the key in it, and began the morning.

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Author's Note: Next chapter December 2nd.